Mistaken Identity: My Fury Unleashed

Bent double in agony, I glanced desperately at the security camera.

Tears rolled down my face uncontrollably.

She thought I had her back?

Did she even realize how she was treating her so-called supporter?

I tasted blood in my mouth and stared her down fiercely, "Don't touch my belly!"

Her laugh was malicious, "You and your bastard shouldn't even exist!"

"I haven't been able to carry Chris' baby—what makes you think you can?"

"I'm going to rip that child-bearing womb out of you!"

She continued to hammer my stomach, each hit more painful than the last.

Colors drained from the world as pain clouded my vision.

I felt the life inside me fading.

I couldn't save our child—the last link to Michael, my late husband.

The taunting and jeering around me blurred into indistinct noise.

Everything dimmed until all I saw were shadows.

Suddenly, one of the women brought out an urn.

Panic surged through me.

"No! Don't touch that! Please... I beg you..."

I pleaded without any dignity, desperate to protect the remains.

That urn held Michael's ashes.

We'd been in love for years, married for three.

He died in an accident months ago, and I kept his ashes close, needing his presence to find peace at night.

My obvious panic stimulated their wicked grins to grow.

They circled me, tauntingly tossing the urn back and forth.

When it came to Emily, she let it fall without a care.

It shattered, spreading ashes across the floor.

My heart broke, "Michael..."

Emily covered her nose, "What a mess. I'm not touching that filth."

I glared at her with death in my eyes.

"You deserve to die!"

Emily jumped back, startled but quickly recovered, picking up a shard from the ground and grabbing my chin.

"Daring to glare at me? You chose to be a homewrecker, and this is your comeuppance!"

"You seduce men with this pretty face of yours? Let's see how it holds up now."

With that, she cut across my face.

The intense pain nearly knocked me unconscious.

I was as if a fish without water.

When she finished, she laughed loudly, "Pretty good, huh? Your face is now your badge of shame!"

Cheers erupted from the onlookers.

"The word 'whore' suits you perfectly!"

Emily leaned in close, her eyes gleaming, "Glare at me again, and I'll take your eyes next..."

Suddenly, the door flew open.

My assistant rushed in with a team of formidable female bodyguards, yelling, "Ms. Harris!"

Despite the searing pain, I commanded, "Arrest them all!"